There is still some shouting going on
And tears
I remember to
listen to my breathing
and it slows
The sparrow in the camillia bush
Beside my door
Feels so safe that she chirps and chirps
Even as I walk up the steps
And stand there
I stand at my blue door
Key in hand
The cats welcome me
I am slicing mushrooms
I slow down
I pick each up slowly
I hold each mushroom with the knife resting on it
for a moment
before I slice it
I savor
these moments
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